Maybe there's a God above
but all I've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who howled to you
And it's not a cry that you can hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

I don't know where I'm going, I don't want to see.
I feel the world below me, looking up at me.
Leave the sun behind me and I'll watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by.
And I'm in perpetual motion and the world below doesn't matter much to me.